Becoming
X
transcribed by me =) (razzo[_at_]sneakerpimps.net
Low
Place Like Home
You walked all over, in your blunderstones,
In your own road movie, with your one armed man,
Gonna make it to the problem page; trouble-shoot your life,
Gonna make it to the problem page; need some time and space just to find yourself,
I hope you find yourself
In a Low Place Like Home,
Low Place Like Home.
You talked it over from your bedroom throne,
Making sense of nothing, with your one armed man,
Read your future in the magazine; search your stars for clues,
Read your future in the magazine, tells you what to lose just to find yourself,
I hope you find yourself
In a Low Place Like Home,
Low Place Like Home.
You fall all over, with your small town heels,
Catching hold of nothing, like your one armed man,
Treat your life like a tragedy; self-inflict abuse
Treat your life like a tragedy; precious else to choose,
Crucify yourself,
I hope you find yourself
In a Low Place Like Home,
Low Place Like Home.
Tesko
Suicide
Phone me and I'll hang up,
Sick and tired of being bubble gum chewed up,
Dark Lane, Bleak House
Shrinking Rose - you're over and out.
Tie a cherry bootstring, put your candy teeth in,
(Choking on a loveheart,)
Hang up, hang up.
Go on girls- solo,
Go on girls- take a chance,
Go on girls- trust it,
Go on girls- the truth is ...
Cut your hair wear a chip on your shoulder,
Get ahead, get laid, get it over
Cheap show, back seat martyr's pose - you're over and out.
I'm checking out of my senses,
Buying best defences,
Putting on the trousers,
Hang up, hang up, hang up.
Go on girls- solo,
Go on girls- take a chance,
Go on girls- trust it,
Go on girls- the truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low ...
The truth is ...
You want the day to fit to a soundtrack,
Get a story get a life and get back,
You've got nothing to shout about - you're over and out.
I'm checking out of my senses,
Buying best defences,
Fired up on free-will,
Hang up, hang up, hang up.
Go on girls- solo,
Go on girls- take a chance,
Go on girls- trust it,
Go on girls- the truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low ...
The truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low
The truth is ...
6
Underground
Take me down, 6 underground
the ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go,
nowhere a way to meet.
I've got a head full of drought, down here
So far off losing out, round here,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
Calm me down, bring it round, too way high off your street,
I can see like nothing else, in me you're better than I wannabe.
Don't think 'cos I understand, I care
Don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
Talk me down, safe and sound, too strung up to sleep,
Wear me out, scream and shout, swear my time's never cheap.
I fake my life like I've lived;
Too much I take whatever you're given; not enough,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
Becoming
X
You can keep breathing,
I only fall when you are near me,
Incomplete;
I only talk when you can hear me,
Keep dreaming, can't wake up until I'm sleeping,
Lost on me; close to something I'll never be.
Very nearly something to me.
If you just stay here, close my eyes can you still see me ?
Obsolete;
Very nearly something to see,
Still see me, I can't wake up for sleeping,
Incomplete;
Very nearly something to me,
Still see me, there is a punishment needed,
Obsolete;
Very nearly something to be.
You can keep trying, drown in sleep to be flying,
See for Miles;
Something that I wanted to be,
I can't wake up this dream, prototype ends up has been,
Incomplete;
The consequence of something to be.
(Thanx To Scarlet for corrections)
Spin
Spin Sugar
I'm everyone - I feel used,
I'm everyone - I need You,
I'm everyone - hang your label on me,
I'm everyone - paint it black and white and easy,
I want perfection - I'm real need,
I've seen attention - see through me,
I'm everyone - sticks in me,
I'm everyone - sticks with me,
Call on me - SpinSpinSugar
Crawl on me - SpinSpinSugar
Stinks on me - SpinSpinSugar
Twists for me - SpinSpinSugar
I've seen attention - see through me,
I want perfection - I'm real need,
I'm everyone - sticks in me,
I'm everyone - sticks with me,
Call on me - SpinSpinSugar
Crawl on me - SpinSpinSugar
Stinks on me - SpinSpinSugar
Twists for me - SpinSpinSugar
Post-Modern
Sleaze
She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red,
She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child,
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze.
Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line,
Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen,
Cries through the night, she choked on Marlboro lites,
Pure charm and grace, she hates her pretty face,
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze.
Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul,
All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound,
She takes (every scene) they steal
She fakes (every pain) they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze.
Waterbaby
You're hearth is served cold,
You're sights are set in perfect stone,
And when you go, you go alone,
And when you stand, you're on your own,
I wash the streets from your skin
when you come home,
I wash the streets from your skin
when you come home,
We're nothing like friends,
You have no time to lend,
And if you're guilt then I'm the shame,
And if I'm hurt then you're the blame,
You wash my trace from your skin
and you leave again,
You wash my trace from your skin
and you leave again,
Random laid plans, 40 days of one night stands,
And when you go you go alone,
You walk the cross you made your own,
I wash the streets from your skin
when you come home,
I wash the streets from your skin
when you come home
Roll
On
Roll on, these doors are open,
Roll off, you can come next time,
I'm in love with your confusion, on your knees,
When you're breathing through your elbows,
Down on me.
Down on me.
Roll on roll off,
Roll on roll off,
don't take that wrong.
Roll up, these doors are open,
Load up, come next time,
Don't try to hurry me along,
Just walk ahead a little gone.
Roll on roll off,
Roll on roll off,
don't take that wrong.
Roll on, going down on me,
Roll off, make it easy on me,
You can't think you're someone special, on your knees,
We're throwing punches underwater, sink with me, sink with me, sink.
Roll on roll off,
Roll on roll off,
something is sinking.
Wasted Early Sunday Morning
You're not the sun, it's just a light,
Waking early Sunday morning,
You're not my church, it's just the bells,
Ringing sweetly through the house,
And in this sense of mine,
You're not an answer, and I'm not this prayer.
You're still in reach, I please myself,
Wasting early Sunday morning,
You're not my lead,
You're just my help,
Talk the edge off sheer denial,
And in this state of mine,
You're what I want, nothing close to what I need.
I breath you in,
I breath you in,
I breath you in,
I breath you in.
Suit yourself, lose myself,
Breaking early Sunday morning,
You're not in the sun, you're not my church,
I still hold some self-control,
But in this sense of mine,
I'm still too high, look no hands.
I breath you in,
I breath you in,
I breath you in,
I breath you in.
Walking
Zero
Sacrifice my vanity, kick off my heels,
A careless weight on your hatred,
Understand it's so simple, a simple please,
To keep the faithful on a wounded knee,
To the madness I do confess,
I never see myself as blessed,
confused, unadressed,
Like a saviour I do caress,
The truth is boredom more or less, unused, obsessed,
My time is only given up to you, too much to choose,
It's not mine to contemplate if I can lose,
With this blood on my shoes.
Compromise in full extreme, cut off my heels,
Name a price on what's sacred.
Guaranteed I've got something, a royal disease,
Take a flood to clean these streets,
To the madness I do confess,
Forever se myself as blessed, immune, obsessed,
Like a saviour I do caress, the truth is boredom, it's excess,
take more, give less,
My time is only given up to you, too much to choose,
It's not mine to contemplate if I can lose,
With this blood on my shoes.
How
Do
Hey ho- who is this, no one but me my dear,
Please come, say how do,
The things I'll give to you,
A stroke as gentle as a feather,
Hey ho- I am here, am I not young and fair,
Please come, say how do,
The things I'll show to you,
Would you have a wondrous sight, the midday sun at midnight,
Fair maid, white and red, comb you smooth and Stroke your hair.
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